Lilith remained in the shop, rechecking her supplies and dodging around the rotten corpse that had once been her friend. It was dark now, she'd probably move soon, sneak past the zombies while it was dark.
"But I still don't know where to go do I Jake?" she asked the motionless body. She missed him. She wondered again if this disease affected animals, but she had no idea and she wasn't willing to take that chance. How had things gone so bad so fast?
~*~*~flashback~*~*~
"Jake, I picked one."
"How do you keep paying for these?" Jake asked with a laugh.
"Lots and lots of part time jobs," Lilith replied with a grin, placing the sword on the table. She'd gotten into the habit of adding a new one to her collection at least once a week. This one was a broad sword, all flashy handle design and long blade. Stepping into Lilith's house gave people the idea that she was either a collector, or a crazy chick with lots of swords. She probably fell more into the second category.
"You haven't broken anything with them lately have you?" Jake wondered, looking the sword over, "You're dead if you break something while your parents are away."
"No, I haven't broken anything," Lilith replied with a smirk, Jake was one of the only people that was aware she actually knew how to use the swords to fight. The dummy she had at home suffered pretty bad.
"Good to know Lil', I'll go get you it's case," with that he wandered out of the room, leaving her to check through the other stuff in the shop. He was taking a while, a little longer than normal at any rate. Lilith pulled up on of the new Swiss army knives, investigated it, then put it down next to her sword. A while later and she heard stumbling and groaning, she muted the news reel she was watching.
"Hey Jake, I also need some more lighter fuel," she offered, turning around in time to see a bloodied hand reaching for her. She knocked it away and backed up immediately, still holding the sword in one hand. Jake stumbled towards her, covered in blood and groaning slightly.
"Jake, you need to back off, I'll call an ambulance but you need to calm down," Lilith commanded, police training kicking in. She held one hand forward to keep distance between them. Jake lunged at her arm and actually went to bite it. Lilith kicked out and Jake stumbled backwards. Staring horrified at her injured arm Lilith quickly decided two things. One, police training was not as useful as everyone said, and two, this was not her friend.
Jake was one of her only friends, because she had a tendency to weird people out. He'd also had a bit of a crush on her, so if he was still him he wouldn't go attacking her. He was also rather intelligent, and if he had any intelligence left he would not be attacking her while she was holding a pointy item. She looked up and Jake was already coming at her again, she tried to move backwards but there was blood on the floor now and she slipped over instead. Jake leapt at her and she scrambled for some defence, pulling up the sword.
There was a sick squelching noise and a little gurgling. Lilith stared, wide eyed as her best freind weakly growled at her, having impaled himself on her sword. His face was inches from hers, and he was still dripping blood. Disgusted and horrified she threw the body and the sword off and away from her. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
"Thank God mum and dad are out of town," she said shakily. Silence, that should have made Jake laugh. He didn't move. Lilith cound't get her legs to make her stand yet so she crawled to the window. She watched a man run down the street before another bloodied figure lunged at him and began tearing of bits of flesh with its mouth. She pulled the curtains closed before ruching to the door and locking that.
Zombies. No way in Hell.
~*~*~
Being in a survival store at the start of a zombie attack was an amazing stroke of luck. She had weapons, spare clothes, everything really...except food. She'd changed clothes to remove as much of the blood as possible and grabbed the very little food stored in the back room. She had a duffle bag full of clean clothes, necessities and, thrown on top of everything else, a variety of swords.
She was ready to leave, but couldn't help staring at Jake and the sword still embedded in his chest. She'd wanted that one, but she wasn't going home for her old collection and less it helped her chances of survival. With a determined mind she stepped towards Jake and pulled the sword from his chest, quickly cleaning off the blood. She made sure to throw some cleaning equipment in her bag.
"Sorry Jake, but I've got to keep myself alive," she mumbled, "You were already dead when you attacked me. I don't wanna be like that."
Her hand floated to the bite mark he'd given her, now wrapped in bandages. It was disgusting, but she was still human. She pulled the duffle bag over one shoulder and held the sword aloft in her other. Time to go face the big bad, zombie infested, video game world. Good thing she'd never listened when her parents told her not to play video games and watch horror movies.